Day Eighteen

Still awoke every two hours to breastfeed, poop and pee last night. Making mom busy the most while dad just awoke twice. It seems mom suffers more than dad on this regards. Gramma, meanwhile, slept well. She now trusts mom (and dad) can handle my situation and take care of me the whole night and day except when it's time for me to take a bath in which case it's gramma who help me.

Actually I'd like to tell both mom and dad that I want to do everything with my own hand and feet. The fact is I just can't do that. I can't even speak. Just cry and cry.

I hope I'll be more independent in the months and years to come. For those who just visit this blog, I'm just an eighteen-day old new-born baby. Yes, eighteen day.